Turkey redux.
November 29, 2024
Another in a series of observations of life as I know it.
Thanksgiving is an emotional holiday. People travel thousands of miles to be with people they only see once a year. And then discover once a year is way too often.
-Johnny Carson
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Gosh, did you know that it’s Black Friday?
My inbox is choked with online sales. Ditto Facebook and Instagram. There was a time, back in the last Pleistocene age, when folks would physically go to stores to shop. My sister in law would wake my nieces at some ungodly hour to rush to the mall for all manner of discounted goods. Some retail establishments would open at 12:01amto cater to those impervious to the tryptophan induced turkey coma. But no more.
Black Friday is now, well, Black Friday week? Small Business Saturday is a thing on Cape Cod along many charming and quaint Main Streets. But Cyber Monday is now officially redundant. There was a time when one would return to work after the extended Thanksgiving holiday weekend. Folks would appear to be diligent in offices and at desks. When in fact, they were peering at ads on Amazon for the latest tv. The Monday after the holiday was really a seated sale, for which one received compensation via salary. No actual work was accomplished.
Today is the day I return Nana’s china to its resting place in the sideboard. Her silver slides carefully into a protective sheath. My refrigerator looks like a wrecking ball slammed into it, with all manner of turkey detritus scattered on shelves in Tupperware. To be honest, all food shopping ceased last Monday. I wouldn’t have been caught dead in a Stop and Shop. As a result, turkey sandwiches, turkey pot pie, Turkey tetrazzini, and turkey noodle soup will be on the menu. ALL weekend. And did I mention that turkey is my least favorite poultry? Give me chicken, game hen or duck anytime. Fricasseed or fried. Roasted, grilled or sautéed. But turkey? Not so much. But, I am a slave to tradition. Its handmaiden.
Happy Day-After-Thanksgiving. Twenty six days until Christmas. Let the revelry begin! Just don’t interrupt my afternoon nap. Feasting can be fatiguing.
